I think next year I need to spend this day in May with some other IF couples.
It just stings like fire in my veins and chest. Not jealousy; I'm trying to work through those feelings. Just the pain of Never-To-Be.
I don't need the men in Congress to tell me- my reproductive choice was made for me. Not by me.
This has been a really hard week.
Honestly- I hate the fact that my husband is 26 and dying. I hate even more that my State and the Representatives in office don't care.
I hate having to choose each month between pills, gas, my mobile(and only) phone.........
I hate that a young man dying of brain cancer who has already been robbed of so much is denied even certain comforts of living as he dies.
I hate saying "No" when he wants a new toy or book and I can't afford it and meds. I hate saying "Maybe" when I mean "No" because he wants to go out and we can't even afford that. Walks are nice, sure, but I can hate that the cancer makes him too tired for walks most days. I can hate that the next Comic-Con (Phx) is coming and he wants to go and I just don't know how to make it happen.
I love him so much... it hurts that I cannot give what he wants or deserves.
If I thought it would work, I would sell my soul for him to be happy the last few weeks/months (maybe a year?) he has.
But what I in fact can do, it is just not enough.
My heart just aches.